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Well well well look just what the cat dragged in
A foe not a friend in the end but a dealer in sin
I don't want apologies or guarantee you'll do it all again
Oh no no you can play those games no more
Well this time it's different, yeah this time you've pushed too far
Can't you find your dignity, you lost it with your honesty & shame
Well well well look just what the cat dragged in
A cheater, a liar, a schemer, oh where to begin
I don't want apologies or guarantee you'll do it all again
You sold yourself and sold me off down the river
You had us all yeah, an Oscar's on the cards
And I bet you kind of liked it
You'll get your comeuppance and you'll be alone forever and ever and ever and ever oh
Well well well look just what the cat dragged in
A foe not a friend in the end but a dealer in sin
I don't want apologies or guarantee you'll do it all again
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Watch out!
He's always up to something
Cause he's so devious
And he's so cynical
And it makes me laugh
He's trying so hard to pretend
Acting oh so original
When he's simply following the trends
The book that you read, it is upside down
The book that you read, it is upside down
The book that you read, it is upside down
The book that you read, it is upside down
He's always saying that he's oh so right
And won't admit when he's wrong
But if I get him on his own tonight
I'm gonna find it hard, cause we don't quite get along
Too much
Sitting in the window
Sipping up your coffee
And advertising yourself
And it makes me laugh
He's trying so hard to deceive
Acting cool and cocky
When there's clearly something up your sleeve
The book that you read, it is upside down
The book that you read, it is upside down
The book that you read, it is upside down
The book that you read, it is upside down
He's always saying that he's oh so right
And won't admit when he's wrong
But if I get him on his own tonight
I'm gonna find it hard, cause we don't quite get along
Oh it's such a treacherous thing
Little boy laugh and the little boys sing
No when they come-a-calling
You cant can't help falling over, no you cant help falling down
It's evidential that you've not been taught
Oh, you just can't see
That respect is always earnt not bought
So we all bow down to this weeks class clown at the showroom
Yeah, at the showroom
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He had her down in the cellar with a knife pointing at her throat
He wouldn't let her go oh no, he wouldn't ler her go
She kicked and screamed
Someone heard through the walls from next door
'What's the crack? what's the score?'
Next door neighbour gave a call
No one answered, so the boys are coming
The boys are coming for you
They'll take you on a holiday
Maybe to the seaside, maybe they'll just give you away
They'll drop you off and say goodbye
You're looking pretty dangerous
You're looking pretty dangerous tonight
And nobody knows just quite what you will do next
So we will send in the boys, the boys are coming for you
Coppers came heavy handed
Closed the street and demanded us to stay at home today
Oh you must stay at home today
Calm him down, reassure him
Leave the girl this is stupid, hold your hands up
We'll get you through this, yeah we'll get you through this
So the boys are coming, the boys are coming for you
They'll take you on a holiday
Maybe to the seaside, maybe they'll just give you away
They'll drop you off and say goodbye
You're looking pretty dangerous
You're looking pretty dangerous tonight
And nobody knows just quite what you will do next
So we will send in the boys, the boys are coming for you
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You say that you dont know,
But i think you do,
There's clearly something wrong,
There's clearly something wrong with you.
I really do not mean to pry,
But this just seems so silly,
How can the truth become a lie,
Just so it means you're winning
(You don't know what you're doing wrong)
I can see it in your eyes,
(You don't know what you're doing wrong)
You cant shy away,
(You don't know what you're doing wrong)
Or cover up you misdemeanours with anything you say,
When you want you know you can be as good as gold,
But try telling that to the bloke who owns the phone that you've just stole,
I try to say you're doing wrong,
But you choose to ignore me,
You say you dont need anyone,
But i know a different story,
(You don't know what you're doing wrong)
I can see it in your eyes,
(You don't know what you're doing wrong)
You cant shy away,
(You don't know what you're doing wrong)
Or cover up you misdemeanours with anything you say,
(You don't know what you're doing wrong)
I can see it in your eyes,
(You don't know what you're doing wrong)
You cant shy away,
(You don't know what you're doing wrong)
Or cover up you misdemeanours and it's not your fault because if no-one got hurt what's all the fuss about you say,
But what about next time?
(Oh you don't know what he's doing wrong, oh you don't know)
I can see it in your eyes,
(Oh you don't know what he's doing wrong, oh you don't know)
You can't shy away,
(Oh you don't know what he's doing wrong)
So what about next time?
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The lights they start to flicker movin' in the sky
And the lips with their lipstick lickin' seem to pass me by, oh my
The big boy with the headlight glare says we're tellin' lies
And I know we're in for it
When I see my good friend Johnny go and smack him right between the eyes
But the thoughts of you in my mind knows I'm never gonna go wrong
Cause you and me both, we're singing the same song
I can tell by the look in your eye that we're never gonna go wrong
We'll go on and on and on...
The big boy with the headlight glare says we're tellin' lies
And I know were in for it
When I see my good friend Johnny go and smack him right between the eyes
But the thoughts of you in my mind knows I'm never gonna go wrong
Cause you and me both, we're singing the same song
I can tell by the look in your eye that we're never gonna go wrong
We'll go on and on and on...
But the thoughts of you in my mind knows I'm never gonna go wrong
Cause you and me both, we're singing the same song
I can tell by the look in your eye that we're never gonna go wrong
We'll go on and on and on...
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Oh how your mind's not on it
Pass me a book and I'll read you a sonnet, girl
Walls go up and guards come down
He's bangin' on the door thinkin' "Where the fuck is she now?"
So open your mouth and stick to your guns
You've gotta realise that she's indifferent
Woah oh ah oh what's your name?
Just won't learn, here we go again
So it has come to an end, things haven't changed
You're still lookin' rough my friend
Things get broken, things come clear
If you wanted to leave so much then why are you still here?
So open your mouth and stick to your guns
You've gotta realise that she's indifferent
Woah oh ah oh what's your name?
Just won't learn, here we go again
So open your mouth and stick to your guns
You've gotta realise that she's indifferent
Woah oh ah oh what's your name?
Just won't learn, here we go again
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Welcome, to the world of fake reality
Where you can never believe what you hear or believe what you see
It’s like the coliseum of the annual games
With the Roman Emperor being entertained
A flick of the wrists that will seal your fate
A flick of the wrists that will seal your fate
A flick of the wrist and you’re through
And there’s no telling what they might do
Now they’ve captured your soul
Oh you’re under control
They’ve captured your soul
And they won’t give it back ’till you plead
Setting agendas and fashions which must be obeyed
(You must obey it, you must obey it)
With their stories and lies they decide, the way you’re portrayed
You only see what they want you to see and nothing else
You only see what they want you to see and nothing else
A flick of the wrist and you’ve through
And there’s no telling what they might do
Now they’ve captured your soul
Oh your under control
They’ve captured your soul
And they won’t give it back ’till you plead
Nothing ever happens
So why are you watching? X3
No, nothing ever happens
So why are you watching!?
They’ve captured your soul
And they won’t give it back
No they won’t give it back
No they won’t give it back
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Yeah she's been walking down my street
Saluting magpies, avoiding cracks at her feet
Oh be careful, they can break your back you know
And that superstition don't count for much
It's all in your head and not in your touch
If it's working, Iґll reconsider
So what you crying for?
You're a big girl now, no misters come to get ya
You've been trying
But you don't know how, is it cos they never let ya?
No, looks like it's all too much
Your ears are burning, they're talking about you
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know!
She don't need no excuse or alibi
No explanation, to grab hold of your eye
You wouldn't even need to know her name
But I just can't work her out at all
She sends me round the bend, she drives me up the wall
But it's worth it, I know she means well
So what you crying for?
You're a big girl now, no misters going to get ya
You've been trying
But you don't know how, is it cos they never let ya?
No, looks like it's all too much
Your ears are burning, they're talking about you
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know!
So what you crying for?
You're a big girl now
You've been trying
But you don't know how
No, looks like it's all too much
Your ears are burning, they're talking about you
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know!
I know, yeah I know, oh!
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Alright, I’ve had enough
I want to go home now
Tonight, I’ve had too much
And I start to talk funny
And when, I’ve had enough
I say some things I might, regret, that make me blush
When I wake in the morning
So I’ll see you when I see you
Yeah I’ll see you again
And if I don’t get the chance to at least shake your hand
Then I wish you good luck, hope it all goes to plan so
I’ll see you around
Come on, we’ll get the bus
If we leave pretty soon now
I can’t go to the club
‘Cause I’ve not got much money
So I’ll see you when I see you
Yeah I’ll see you again
And if I don’t get the chance to at least shake your hand
Then I wish you good luck, hope it all goes to plan so
I’ll see you around
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Where are you going now, our Davey?
Don't be late now, our Davey
And all his friends say "Why do you act that way?"
But all the boys say "You coming out to play?"
And all the pretty girls they're singing
La de da, de da de, da de da
Davey boy is such a pretty little boy
But don't you think about your mother, all alone?
She's waiting for your call
She's waiting, she's tired, she's bored
So give her a call, a call
He gets it all from his father's blood,
Who used to be a casual, as casual as they come
Now he's gone to live in Liverpool
Yeah, Davey does whatever Davey see's
He'll give you a good kicking and he'll bring you down to your knees
If you don't believe in what he does
And all his friends say "Why do you act that way?"
But all the boys say "You coming out to play?"
And all the pretty girls they're singing
La de da, de da de, da de da
Davey boy is such a pretty little boy
But don't you think about your mother, all alone?
She's waiting for your call
she's waiting, she's tired, singing
La de da, de da de, da de da
Davey boy has found a brand-new toy
He's often playing in the rubbish bins, smashing all the windows in
Fighting in car parks and he's fucking up the flat he calls home
Why don't you go home?
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It's closing time and it's getting late
Can you fetch my coat cause I don't feel too great... anymore
But I want to stay
Don't you want to stay as well?
I don't think that you do
I've got this funny feeling that you don't feel like I do
This conversation's just passing you by
I know it, I can see it in your eyes
You've had one too many, low and behold
You're telling the secrets that can't be told
It feels so special, it feels so right
But then you knock me back and I fall
I fall to the floor
And all he wanted was a kiss
All he wanted was a chance tonight
I'm walking home, I'm pissed and I'm frozen
My minds being warmed up by that little token of you
In your little way
But they're sleeping in your today
And now beeps the phone
I fumble round to answer but I end up with it on hold
Late night taxis keep passing me by
I feel sick and look to the sky
I've had one too many, low and behold
The late night lovers stay out in the cold
I ring your number and feel so bold
You kick me into touch and I fall to the floor
And all he wanted was a kiss
All he wanted was a chance tonight
And yeah your ignorance was bliss
Your ignorance was paradise
Just give him a chance
Just give him a sign or something
Tell him what you want
Cause before too long he'll find somebody else
It's then that you'll know you want him more
You call his name and he doesn't respond
He knocks you back and you fall
You're not just a number
Upon a computer
Or a waiting list
You're not just a number
Upon a computer
Or a shopping list
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Bitches and glances
Rough romances
I'm sorry if I caught your eye
What is she wearing?
That's a bit daring!
Oh please put away those thunderous thighs...
Do you see what I see?
He's looking straight at me as if I've done something wrong
And I looked at his missus
High heels, pink lipstick
Won't be for very long
Oh I won't be for very long
But I'm alright they all cried
As they stumble down the stairs
I'm just finding no inhibitions
No rhyhthm worries or cares
And you're unstoppable now
Moving on the dancefloor
You're unstoppable the world is at your feet if only for tonight
I was just passing you dancing
You asked me to walk to the floor
Where are we going?
Stop tooing and frowing
Don't ask me cos I don't know
You tried to control her
I can't control her
Mascara runs down her cheek
Call 'em a bastards
Oh when plastered they'll be back together next week
By the end of next week
But I'm alright they all cried
As they stumble down the stairs
I'm just finding no inhibitions
No rhyhthm worries or cares
And you're unstoppable now
Moving on the dancefloor
You're unstoppable the world is at your feet if only for tonight
If only for tonight
Ooooh no
When they've had too much
Everybody wants her
Everybody wants him
Oh just a faintest touch
The bouncers shout to the screams on top of the bar
And the crowd disappears as the police arrive
And throw the thugs in the back of the car
Yea it all comes part of the package
Front row viewing at no extra cost
Just fill 'em up with the barrel
Now you've lit the fuse so watch the fireworks go ooon
Roll out the barrell
Bring out the barrell
Roll out the barrell
Don't bring out the barrell now
(repeat)
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